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FROM  THE  LIBRARY  OF 
REV.   LOUIS    FITZGERALD    BENSON.  D.  D. 

BEQUEATHED   BY   HIM  TO 

THE   LIBRARY  OF 

PRINCETON  THEOLOGICAL  SEMINARY 


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SONGS   FROM   THE   PARSONAGE 


And  the  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  Come. 
And  let  him  that  heareth  say,  Co7ne.  And  let 
him  that  is  athirst  come.  And  whosoever 
will,  let  him  take  the  water  of  life  freely. 


SONGS    FROM 
THE    PARSONAG 


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FRANCIS    BOTTOME 


N  E  W    Y  O  R  K 
D.  r.  RANDOLPH  and  COMPANY 

(incorporated) 
182  Fifth  Avi  • 


Copyright,  1894, 

By  Anson  D.  F.  Randolph  and  Company 

(incorporated). 


Kntijetsttg  Jhtss : 

John  Wilson  and  Son,  Cambridge,  U.  S.  A. 


DEDICA  Tl 

This  little  book,  echoes  of  a  life  that  has 
td  into  fuller  life,  will,  I  hope,  prove 
to  the  many  friends  to  whom  my 
husband  wrote  in  the  supreme  moments  of 
their  joy  and  sorrow.  I  am  sure  many  would 
have  contributed  to  the  7'olume  had  they  been 
called  upon  to  do  so;  but  from  my  own 
collection  I  gladly  share  my  mournful  joy. 

Ma r ga ret  Bo t / < *mb . 


TABLE   OF   CONTENTS. 


PAGE 

rcH  of  Francis  Bottoms 15 

Make   HaSTI  TO   PRAY 27 

Love  of  Jesus,  all  Divine 30 

Oh,  Sing  of  His  Mighty  Love     ....  32 

[nvocation 34 

Jesus,  i  it  Thy  Presence    ...  36 

OF  oiR  Fathers,  Thee  we  Praise     .  3S 

.  Meek  and  Lowly  ....  40 

O  L  >D,  THOU  Ocean   Vast  ...  42 

1  his  House  of  Prayer   .    .  44 

in  Jesus [6 

0  Thou  Exalted  Son  of  God fi 

50 

We   Pk  USE   Him   ON   THE  Sea 

1 1  Thou  i  and  Glory  .    .    . 

;  h y   I)  in  \r    .     .     .  57 

Praise  ye  thi  59 

DO!     Hi  wi  n.   PTHO  l  MCE   in    MERCY  6l 

r,;, 




x  Table  of  Contents. 

PAGE 

Jesus  Walks  the  Waves  to  Thee    ...  68 

The  Kingdoms  of  the  World  are  Thine  70 

Thou  who  once  in  Jordan's  Waters  .    .  72 

The  Day  of  God 74 

From  Strength  to  Strength 76 

Thy  Will  be  Done 78 

Welcome,  Gracious  Saviour    .....  80 

I  Long  for  Rest 8^ 

The  Comforter 85 

Search  me,  O  God 87 

The  Surrendered  Powers 89 

Easter 93 

Hail  the  Blessed  Easter  Morning     .    .  95 

Love's  Easter 97 

Easter  Morning 99 

In  His  Name 101 

Thanksgiving .103 

O  Thou,  our  Father  and  our  Friend     .  105 

Christmas 108 

Bring  Gifts no 

Peace 113 

New  Year 115 

A  Psalm  of  Praise 117 

The  Opening  Year 119 

My  Soul  looks  forward  to  the  Hills  .  121 

A  Silver-Wedding  Song 123 

A  Bridal  Memory 127 

Thfy  Say  I'm  Thirty-five 130 


Table  of  Contents.  d 

Fading  Flowers 135 

1  >i  mh  is  s«>  Strange        138 

M  \kk  Room,  ye  Angei   Throng!  ....  140 

Fnn  Watchmen  from  the  Walls  .    .    .  142 

In  Mamie's  Memory 144 

Heaven  and  Earth,  how   Wide  Apart    .  148 

a  Burning  and  a  Shining  Light    ...  150 

The  Empty  Rooms 1 52 

Phi ur  Embury [54 

Rest  Awhile 156 

Leaves  from   in  old  Locust-tree     .    .    .  159 

The  Banner  OF  THE  King 164 


FRANCIS     BOTTOM  E. 


France    Bottome  was  born   in   Belper, 

;land,  May  »6/  1823.  The  changes  in 
its  and  buildings  which  have  taken  place 
in  the  last  fifty  years,  in  such  a  town,  are  not 
is  the  change  in  the  people,  in 
their  dress  and  manners  and  education.  A 
beautiful  miniature  of  his  father  and  mother, 
in  possession  of  his  nephew,  Mr.  Henry 
Radford,  gives  evidence  of  the  strength  and 
culture  of  the  stock  from  which  he  sprang. 
His  mother  was  a  silent,  reserved  woman; 
and  a  letter  which  he  wrote  to  her  in  her  old 
age  is  as  respectful  and  courteous  in  tone  as 
such  letters  were,  early  in  the  century.  Chil- 
dren in  those  days  honored  and  revered 
their  parents.      His  father's  lightest  word 

A  beautiful  boy,  of  poetic  tempera- 
ment and  weakly  physique,  he  shrank  from 
the  coarse  sights  and  sounds  of  the  town, — 
the    carousing.    I  ear-baiting,   and    1 


1 6  Francis  Bottome. 

groups  of  men  who  fought  and  drank  on  the 
village  green.  He  came  under  the  religious 
influence  of  his  superintendent,  the  village 
doctor,  who,  when  my  father  was  a  lad  of 
fifteen,  gathered  in  his  own  house  a  number 
of  young  people,  to  pray,for  their  neighbors 
and  to  set  going  influences  for  the  better- 
ment of  the  place.  It  sounds  incredible, 
but  I  had  the  story  from  my  father's  own 
lips,  that  this  little  group  of  pious  people 
were  refused  the  Holy  Communion  by  the 
vicar  of  the  parish  church,  because  they 
met  together  for  prayer  without  his  per- 
mission. 

A  reader  of  Tyerman's  Life  of  Wesley 
will  remember  that  in  the  early  twenties 
this  was  the  rule  rather  than  the  exception. 
So  he  was  driven  to  worship  with  those  who 
were  leading  godly,  righteous,  and  sober 
lives,  and  he  soon  became  prominent  as 
a  temperance  reformer,  writing  temperance 
hymns,  and  speaking  to  the  crowds  col- 
lected on  a  Saturday,  afternoon  at  the  public 
houses. 


Francis  Bottoms.  1 7 

The    following    extract    from    the    minute 
read  before  the  Methodist  Preachers'  Meeting 

at  its  service  memorial  of  my  father,  tells  in 
brief  the  story  of  his  life  from  that  time  of 
his  early  youth  :  — 

••  Winn  eighteen  years  old,  he  heard  a  sermon 
preached  in  the  Wesleyan  Chapel  by  an  Indian 
missionary,  the  Rev.  John  Sunday.  The  truth 
of  the  text,  '  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  which 
taketh  away  the  sin  of  the  world,'  was  proclaimed 
with  such  simplicity  and  power  as  to  produce  a 
profound  impression  on  his  mind.  He  yielded 
to  the  awakening  summons  of  the  Spirit,  and 
soon  after,  at  a  Wesleyan  cottage  prayer-in 
ing,  found  the  peace  and  hope  of  a  joyous  con- 
fession. His  zeal  instantly  flamed  out  in  every 
direction.  People  began  to.  talk  about  him  as 
of  one  certain  to  become  a  preacher.  He  felt 
in  his  soul  what  he  himself  characterized  as  the 
'stirrings  of  a  strange  call  which  he  could  not 
and  dared  not  interpret.'  While  sorely  per- 
plexed as  to  what  it  all  might  mean,  a  Wesleyan 
preacher,  W.  T.  Xels  >n,  called  to  him  suddenly 
across  the  chapel,  one  e.  <>me  up  here. 

Brother   Frank.     1  Hardly    knowing 

what  he  did  or  why  he  did  it,  but  feeling  he- 
must  obey,  he  came  to  the  I    poured 


1 8  Francis  Bottome. 

forth  the  emotions  of  his  startled  yet  trusting 
spirit.  When  at  the  close  of  the  service  Mr. 
Nelson  said  to  him,  '  It  will  be  at  your  peril  if 
you  do  not  follow  the  call  of  God  and  preach,' 
the  warning  was  emphasized  by  his  own  deepest 
convictions. 

"  He  put  himself  in  training  at  the  school  of 
the  Rev.  Dr.  Jackson,  and  forthwith  took  up 
the  study  of  theology  with  great  zest.  Receiv- 
ing a  local  preacher's  license,  he  was  put  upon 
the  plan  of  the  Belper  circuit,  under  the  super- 
intendence of  the  Rev.  T.  Rowell. 

"He  deliberately  broke  away  from  the  tradi- 
tions of  his  family.  Moved  by  the  influence  of 
the  great  Indian  missionary,  he  earnestly  de- 
sired to  preach  the  gospel  to  the  American 
Indians,  and  leaving  his  native  land,  came  to 
Guelph,  Canada.  He  was  soon  assigned  work 
on  an  immense  circuit.  Here  he  commended 
himself  to  all  by  his  incessant  energy  and 
patient  endurance  of  terrible  hardships.  At 
the  end  of  one  year  his  health  was  so  broken  he 
came  to  New  York  to  again  cross  the  sea  that 
he  might  die  on  his  native  soil.  On  the  day  of 
his  arrival  he  visited  Bishop  Janes,  who  be- 
came his  dearest  and  intimate  friend  through 
all  his  ministry ;  and  it  was  he  who  said  the  last 
prayer,  as  the  pure  spirit  of  the  loved  Bishop 
passed  into  the  ineffable  light. 


Francis  Bat  tome.  19 

*  In  a  way  singularly  and  impressively  marked 
hv  providential  intervention,  he  was  brought 
under  the  care  of  a  skilful  physician,  who  not 
only  placed  him  on  the  road  to  recovery,  but 
introduced  him  to  the  Rev.  W.  II.  Xorris, 
pastor  of  Sands  Street  M.  K.  Church  in  Brook- 
lyn. He  accepted  the  position  of  assistant 
proffered  by  Mr.  Xorris.  and  rendered  most 
valuable  service.  Part  of  the  work  assigned 
him  was  to  take  charge  of  the  minister's  class. 
Of  that  class  one  of  the  most  devoted  members 
was  the  daughter  of  a  man  conspicuous  in 
the  history  of  Brooklyn  Methodism,  William 
McDonald.  Margaret  McDonald  was  then 
arresting  attention  by  her  many  gifts  and  loyal 
faith.  .  .  .  They  were  married  in  Sands  Street 
Church  by  the  Rev.  Dr.  Nathan  Bangs.  Sep- 
tember 17,  1850.  .  .  . 

M  During  part  of  the  year  1849,  at  the  Si 
tion  of  Bishop  Janes,  he  took  work  under  the 
presiding  elder  at  Rahway,  X.  J.     In  the  spring 
of   1S50  he  was  admitted  on  trial  in  the    Xew 
York  rence,    and    sent    to    South- 

ampton, Long  Island.     His  successive  appoint- 
ments until  1870  were   Saybrook.  Meriden.  N 
walk,  Birmingham.  Hempstead,  Grand    St 
(Williamsburgh),    Seventh    5  I  <>rk 

City  .  »rt.  and  Beekman  Hill  (Xew  York 


20  Francis  Bottome. 

York  Conference,  and  served  the  following 
churches  :  Yonkers,  Seventh  Avenue  (New  York 
City),  Marlborough,  Tarrytown,  Tuckahoe,  As- 
bury,  Tremont,  and  Fordham.  His  ministry 
was  accompanied  by  the  most  convincing 
demonstrations  of  God's  favor.  Thousands 
were  led  by  him  to  their  Saviour,  and  wherever 
he  went  the  spiritually  minded  were  refreshed 
by  the  draughts  he  brought  them  from  the 
living  fountains. 

"  In  1873  Dickinson  College  conferred   upon 
him  the  degree  of  Doctor  of  Divinity. 

11  His  love  for  his  native  land  grew  stronger 
with  the  increase  of  years.  '  The  older  I  get, ' 
he  said,  l  the  more  I  love  the  old  country,  and  I 
often  think  I  should  love  to  finish  my  days  in 
England.'  How  soon  that  yearning  was  to  be 
satisfied  !  On  the  20th  of  June,  1894,  he  sailed 
from  our  shores,  accompanied  by  his  eldest 
son  and  his  family.  On  the  27th  he  arrived 
at  Southampton  ;  on  the  28th  he  visited 
Exeter,  where,  listening  to  Evensong  in  the 
Cathedral,  he  found  himself  lifted  to  a  peace 
and  rest  of  soul,  'like  Heaven,'  he  said.  That 
evening  he  journeyed  to  Tavistock,  where  pre- 
cious memories  of  those  he  loved  filled  his  mind 
and  found  expression  in  his  last  beautiful  letters. 
Early  on  the  29th  he  walked  to  Brook  Cottage, 


Francis  Bottome.  2 1 

on  a  public  footway  skirting  the  Tavey  and 
shaded  With  overhanging  elms,  the  beautiful 
home  of  Sir  Edwin  Arnold's  sister,  a  dear  friend 
of  his  eldest  son.     On  his  return  to  the  Bedford 

Hotel  he  wrote  to  a  beloved  member  of  Ins 
family:  *  If  I  see  no  more  of  Old  England,  I  have 
taken  a  morning's  glory  never  to  be  forgotten.' 

M  Presently  the  cherished  friend  of  his  youth, 
the    Rev.    Edwin    Orme,    came    to   meet   him. 
They   walked   together   to  the  old  churchyard, 
and  gave  themselves  up  for  an  hour  to  the  com- 
munings of  tender  reminiscence,  and   the  holy 
mysteries  of  spiritual  experience.     'Then,'  - 
Mr.  Orme,  '  we  started  for  my  home  in  Calling- 
ton,  Cornwall,  as  happy  as  any  two  men  could  be. 
.  .   .  We  jogged  along,  talking  over  the  way  the 
Lord  had  led  us,  when  Dr.  Bottome  said,  "  But 
only  think  of  all  who  await   us  !   They  are  near 
even  now,  and  in  a   short  time    we   shall  see 
them !  "  '    Just  then  the  pony  stumbled  and  fell  to 
his  knees.     Mr.  Orme\s  attention  was  diver 
When  he  turned  again,  he  saw  that  Dr.  Bottome 
had  fallen  out  of  the  pony-cart,  having  stood  up 
as  the  pony  stumbled,  and  being  probably  I 
come  by  a  sudden  attack  of 
entirely  unconscious,  and  in  four  hour 
.  — 

u  ■  In  conscious  salvation  to  sing  of  His  grace 
Who  lilted  upon  him  the  liyht  of  His  face.' 


22  Francis  Bottome. 

"  He  was  buried  in  the  beautiful  cemetery 
lately  given  by  the  Duke  of  Bedford  to  Tavis- 
tock. His  body  rests  in  English  soil ;  in  Heaven 
his  spirit  awaits  us. 

"It  was  only  the  other  day  that  he  left  us,  and 
it  is  no  effort  to  recall  the  traits  of  one  so  well 
beloved.  Slight  in  physique,  dressed  in  strictly 
clerical  garb,  dignified  in  bearing,  disciplined 
in  mind,  scholarly  in  taste,  spiritual  in  speech 
and  tone,  courteous  to  every  one,  '  gentle  and 
not  fearful,'  firm  in  his  convictions,  courageous 
in  utterance,  steadfast  in  the  loyalties  of  friend- 
ship, clear  in  the  vision  of  faith,  he  emphasized 
and  enforced  the  truths  of  the  gospel  he  so 
loved  to  preach  by  the  charm  of  a  life  harmless 
and  undefiled." 

Only  those  who  in  their  thirst  dip  in  the 
cup  and  drink  of  the  living  water  from  the 
well,  remember  and  appreciate  its  grateful 
nourishment.  The  rest  pass  on,  and  await 
their  time  of  need,  and  another  supply. 
Many  who  read  these  Poems  will  recall  the 
hour  when  they  spoke  peace  and  comfort 
to  their  souls.  They  were  gifts,  my  father's 
way  of  giving  joy.     I  know   of  those    who 


Francis  Bottome.  23 

have  treasured  his  verses  written  for  their 
wedding-day,  as  if  they  hatl  been  a  benedic- 
tion. Others,  when  they  were  sad  and 
would  not  be  comforted,  have  re-read  in 
after  ye .:■  -   which    brought    a    ray  of 

hope  to  their  gloom. 

There  is  an  Eastern  legend  of  a  rich 
prince  who  dressed  himself  in  mean  attire, 
and  going  to  the  bazaar  opened  his  box 
and  spread  out  on  the  table  costliest  gems, 
shouting  to  the  crowd  that  he  would  give 
them  to  any  who  would  receive  them.  But 
no  one  came  forward.  Xo  one  believed  they 
were  real.  It  sometimes  happens  that  a 
modest,  simple,  reserved  character  is  so 
treated  in  the  market-place  ;  but  it  finds 
those  who  prize  its  gifts  and  love  the  giver  in 
hours  of  personal  communion.  My  father's 
I  hours,  hours  when  the  light  was  on 
his  face.  nt  at  his   desk   writing  to 

those  he  loved  ;    and  to  his  children,  when  far 
v,  his  letters  invariably  brought  his  spirit, 

—  tl  so   full  of  1  nder,  so 

e,  so    heavy   with    sympathy.     And   how 


24  Francis  Bottome. 

many  have  shared  this  generosity  !  Letters 
are  gone  out  of  fashion.  Some  of  them  are 
type-written,  and  have  only  a  friend's  hur- 
ried signature.  But  in  the  old-fashioned 
round  style  of  handwriting,  —  every  "i" 
dotted,  every  "  t  "  crossed,  —  all  my  father's 
letters  proved  that  he  gave  his  time  and  skill 
to  this  labor  of  love.  So  it  happened,  be- 
cause of  this  life-long  habit  of  giving  his  best 
thoughts  to  those  he  loved,  that  in  his  last 
hours  he  wrote  letters  which  those  who  re- 
ceived them  will  always  prize,  and,  dying? 
leave  as  a  rich  legacy  unto  their  issue. 

It  is  our  wish  that  when  this  little  book, 
containing  a  few  verses,  the  outcome  of  love, 
falls  into  the  hands  of  old  friends,  they  may 
catch  his  smile,  and  pass  on,  joyful  in  the 
recollection  ! 

11  For  there  are  faces  in  the  hurrying  throng 
Which  bless,  and  leave  us  grateful  for  their  smile." 

W.  M.  B, 

October,  1894. 


POEM  S. 


MAKE    HASTE   TO    PRAY. 

RISE,  my  soul,  and  sing 
To  God,  thy  Saviour  King, 
Thine  early  lay ; 
Rise  on  the  wing  of  prayer, 
Thy  waking  thoughts  to  bear, 
And  so  with  grace  prepare 
The  opening  day. 

While  yet  the  purple  light 
Fringes  the  robe  of  night, 
Haste  to  His  throne ; 
Before  corroding  thought 

Her  baneful  work  has  wrought, 
With  earnest  purpose  fraught, 
Seek  Him  alone. 


28  Make  Haste  to  Pray. 

As  He,  the  Son  of  Man, 
His  daily  work  began, 

So  let  my  feet 
Some  Hermon's  dewy  sides, 
Where  solitude  abides, 
And  God  alone  resides, 

Make  swift  retreat. 

Wait  on  the  Lord  thy  God, 
Lean  on  His  staff  and  rod; 

And  on  thy  head 
Shall  more  abundant  grace, 
From  His  uplifted  face, 
Like  morning's  purest  rays 

Be  richly  shed. 

Prepare  the  altar  fire 
With  freshest,  pure  desire, 

An  incense  sweet ; 
Bring  with  thee  words  and  plead, 
And  He  will  surely  heed, 
And  answer  all  thy  need 

In  blessings  meet. 


Make  Haste  to  Pray. 

Wait  early  on  the  Lord, 

Wait  on  I  lis  holy  word, 

At  break  of  day  ; 
Lo,  God  is  waiting  there, 
Waiting  His  love  to  share, 
Waiting  to  hear  thy  prayer, — 

Make  haste  to  pray. 


LOVE   OF  JESUS,  ALL  DIVINE. 


OVE  of  Jesus,  all  divine, 
Fill    this    longing   heart    of 
mine, 

Ceaseless  struggling  after  life, 
Weary  with  the  endless  strife. 
Saviour,  Jesus,  lend  Thine  aid, 
Lift  Thou  up  my  fainting  head ; 
Lead  me  to  my  long-sought  rest, 
Pillowed  on  Thy  loving  breast. 


Thou  alone  my  trust  shalt  be, 
Thou  alone  canst  comfort  me; 
Only,  Jesus,  let  Thy  grace 
Be  my  shield  and  hiding-place:    * 


Oj  JeSUS}  all  Drcuic.  31 

Let  me  know  Thy  saving  power 

In  temptation's  fiercest  hour; 
Then,  my  Saviour,  at  Thy  side 
Let  me  evermore  abide. 

Thou  hast  wrought  this  fond  desire, 
Kindled  here  this  sacred  fire, 
Weaned  my  heart  from  all  below, 
Thee,  and  Thee  alone  to  know; 
Thou  who  hast  inspired  the  cry, 
Thou  alone  canst  satisfy; 
Love  of  Jesus,  all  divine, 
Fill  this  longing  heart  of  mine. 


OH,    SING   OF   HIS    MIGHTY 
LOVE. 


H,   bliss  of   the  purified!    bliss 
of  the  free ! 
I    plunge  in  the  crimson  tide 
opened  for  me ! 
O'er   sin  and    uncleanness   exulting   I 

stand, 
And  point  to  the  print  of  the  nails  in 

His  hand. 
Oh,  sing  of  His  mighty   love,  sing  of 

His  mighty  love, 
Sing  of  His  mighty  love,  — mighty  to 
save! 


Oh,    bliss    of    the    purified !    Jesus    is 

mine, 
No    longer    in   dread    condemnation    I 

pine; 


Ob,  Sing  of  His  Mighty  Loic. 
In    conscious    salvation    I  sing  of  His 

ICC 

Who  lifteth  upon  me  the  light  of  His 

face  ! 

Oh,  bliss  of  the  purified!  bliss  of  the 

pure ! 
Xo  wound  hath  the  soul  that  His  blood 

cannot  cure; 
Xo  sorrow-bowed  head  but  may  sweetly 

find  rest, — 
tears  but  may  dry  them  on  Jesus' 

own  breast. 

O  Jesus   the  Crucified!     Thee    will    I 

sing! 
My    blessed    Redeemer!    my  God    and 

my  King! 
My  soul  filled  with  rapture  shall  shout 

o'er  the  grave, 
1  triumph   in  death   in   the   Mighty 

to  save. 


INVOCATION. 

UTHOR  and  object  of  our  faith, 

The  sacred  gift  impart ; 
And  whatsoe'er  the    Scripture 
saith, 
Engrave  it  on  the  heart. 

Remove  from  every  soul,  and  mine, 

The  heavy  veil  of  sin; 
And  by  the  power  of  grace  divine 

Let  there  be  light  within. 

Let  there  be  light,  that  we  may  see 

The  vision  waiting  long; 
And  all  Thy  promises  shall  be 

The  joy  of  every  song. 


Invocation. 

Come  as  an  all-consuming  fire, 

tne  as  the  rushing  wind; 
Till,  purged  from  every  base  desire, 
Sin  leaves  no  trace  behind. 

Come  as  reviving  breath  of  spring, 
Come  as  the  gentle  showers; 

And  to  our  yielding  spirits  bring 
Young  life's  redundant  powers. 

Spirit  of  Faith!   come  down  and  bless 
Thy  waiting  saints  to-day; 

And  on  Thy  chosen  witnesses 
Thy  mighty  love  display. 

Spirit  of  Faith!  our  faith  command, 
And  that  shall  honor  Thee; 

And  all  the  gifts  in  Thy  right  hand 
Shall  our  possession  be. 


BLESSED   JESUS,    LET   THY 
PRESENCE.1 


LESSED  Jesus!   let  Thy  pres- 
ence 
Like  a  cloud  of  incense  fall; 
Where    Thy    servants  meet    to   praise 
Thee 
Let  Thy  blessing  crown  us  all ; 

Come  and  bless  us, 
While  upon  Thy  name  we  call. 

Here  in  life's  young  manhood  gathered, 
Offering  all  our  lives  to  Thee, 

Who  for  us,  in  early  manhood, 
Gave  Thy  life  upon  the  tree, 

Let  our  offering 
By  Thy  love  accepted  be. 

1  At  a  Y.  M.  C.  A.  reunion. 


Blessed  Jesus,  let  Tby  Presence*    37 

With  Thy  yearning  pity,  Jesus! 
With  Thy  love  for  human  kind, 

Nerve  our  earnest  hearts  for  labor, 
Gird  US  with  Thy  patient  mind; 
Never  tiring 

In  the  work  we  daily  find. 

Then  at  last,  when,  life  declining, 
As  the  shades  of  night  appear, 

On  Thy  loving  breast  reclining, 
Find  we  rest  from  labor  there; 

And  Thy  blessing- 
Be  our  bliss  in  heaven  to  share. 


GOD  OF  OUR  FATHERS,  THEE 
WE    PRAISE.1 

|*OD    of    our    fathers,    Thee  we 
praise, 
For  all  Thy  mercies'  store; 
And  here  our  Ebenezer  raise, 
And  gratefully  adore. 

The  long,  long  line  of  witnesses, 
Through  sixty  summers  gone, 

With  joyful  heart  and  tongue  confess 
The  wonders  Thou  hast  done. 

Here  at  the  altar  where  we  kneel 
They  found  Thy  saving  grace ; 

And  still  to  us  Thou  dost  reveal 
The  shining  of  Thy  face. 

1  Willet  Street  M.  E.  Church  reunion,  1886. 


I  of  out  FatbetSy  Tbee  we  Praise 

Our  fathers'  God  their  children  own 

Forevermore  the  same; 

And  still  to  coming  days  make  known 

The  glories  of  His  name. 

The  ensign  lifted  up  of  yore, 

Above  our  temple  wave; 
And  still  our  song  forevermore 

Be  Jesus'  power  to  save. 


GENTLE   JESUS,    MEEK   AND 
LOWLY. 

ENTLE  Jesus  !  meek  and  lowly, 
Once  a  child  in  humble  state, 
Hear  us  as  we  bow  before  Thee, 
Now  upon  Thy  throne  so  great. 

Gentle  Jesus ! 
Let  Thy  meekness  on  us  wait. 


Gentle  Shepherd  !  kind  and  tender, 
Come  within  our  fold  and  rest; 

Lo !  Thy  people  gladly  render 
Unto  Thee  their  first  and  best: 

Gentle  Shepherd! 
Let  Thy  presence  make  us  blest. 


tie  Jesus,  Meek  and  Lowly.     41 

Gentle  Saviour!   pure  and  holy, 
To  this  earthly  dwelling  conic; 
.1  covering  spread  Thy  glory 
O'er  us  like  a  circling  dome; 

Gentle  Saviour! 
Conic  to  this  our  Sabbath  home. 

Gentle  Master!  take  our  service, 
Thou  who  COUntest  deeds  by  love; 

Thine  the  goodness,  Thine  the  merit, 
Ours  the  bliss  the  joy  to  prove: 

Gentle  Master! 
Seal  our  offering  with  Thy  love. 


O   LOVE   OF   GOD,    THOU 
OCEAN   VAST. 

LOVE  of  God,  thou  ocean  vast, 
Unfathomed,   unconfirmed,  and 
free, 

Unchanging  through  the  ages  past, 
The  same  through   endless  years  to 
be! 

We  wait  upon  the  boundless  strand 
Till  all  our  souls  thy  waves  o'erflow, 

And  eager  stretch  our  human  hand, 
Love's  all  resistless  power  to  know. 

Unmerited  thy  fulness  lies, 
The  gift  unspeakable  and  free; 

Its  source  the  only  sacrifice,  — 
The  open  wounds  of  Calvary. 


0  Loir  of  God,  thou  Ocean  Vast.    43 

By  faith  we  plunge  beneath  the  Hood, 
And  wash  our  guilty  stains  away; 

By  faith  we  hide  ourselves  in  God, 
And  rise  in  Him  to  endless  day. 

Oh,  let  thy  mighty  billows  roll 
In  ceaseless,  unexhausted  grace, 

Till  reaching  every  sinful  soul 
It  lifts  to  heaven  a  fallen  race. 


ENTER,  LORD,  THIS  HOUSE  OF 
PRAYER. 


THOU  whose  temple   all  the 

space 
Of  boundless  infinite  confines, 
We  thank  Thee  for  the  matchless  grace 

That  still  to  human  love  inclines. 
While  angel  and  archangel  praise 

Thy  glorious  name  in  highest  heaven, 
Thou  dost  not  spurn  the  feebler  lays 
From  lips  of  sinful  mortals  given. 

The  gold  and  frankincense  and  myrrh, 
And  rich  men's  gifts  of  after  years, 

Compared  not  with  the  love  of  her 
Who  washed  the  Saviour's  feet  with 
tears. 


ter,  Lord,  this  House  of  Prayer.    45 

So  loss  may  gilded  fanes  bespeak 
1"  •  gathering  throngs  Thy  dwelling- 
place, 

Than  where  Thy  fervent  people  seek, 
In  humbler  shrines,  Thy  saerecl  face. 

But  whether  high  or  lowly  roof, 

Or  cedar  wall,  or  meaner  fir, 
Thou  wilt  not,  heedless,  stand  aloof 

From  any  humble  worshipper. 
Then  enter,  Lord,  this  house  of  prayer 

Which  human   hands   have  raised  foi 
Thee; 
Oh,  let  Thy  love  Thy  people  share, 

And  here  Thy  grace,  and  glory  see. 


ONE   IN   JESUS. 

OLY  Dove!  Thy  wings  expand 
ing 
Bend  in  mercy  o'er  us  now; 
All  our  hearts  Thy  love  commanding, 
Lo,  before  Thy  throne  we  bow : 

One  in  Jesus, 
Let  us  only  Jesus  know. 

Holy  Ghost,  Thy  comfort  bringing, 
Come  to  all  with  healing  balm, 

As  on  Galilee  the  Master 

Hushed  the  tempest  into  calm. 

One  in  Jesus, 
Every  hand  should  bear  a  palm. 


Otic  in  Jesus.  47 

Holy  Spirit,  fount  of  goodness, 
Let  the  purifying  fire 

Kindle  now  our  warm  affections 
Till  to  Thee  the  flame  aspire: 

One  in  Jesus 
Shall  be  every  soul's  desire. 

This  our  only  bond  of  union, 
This  our  shibboleth  of  peace, 

At  the  cross  in  sweet  communion 
Seek  we  only  love's  increase. 

One  in  Jesus, 
He,  the  Lord,  our  righteousness! 


O   THOU    EXALTED    SON   OF 
GOD. 


THOU  exalted  Son  of  God, 
High  seated  on  the  Father's 
throne! 

The  gifts,  the  purchase  of  Thy  blood, 
To    us,    Thy  waiting    saints,   make 
known. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  all  sacred  fire! 

Come,  fill  Thy  earthly  temples  now: 
Emptied  of  every  base  desire, 

Reign  Thou  within,  and  only  Thou. 

Thy  sovereign  right,  Thy  gracious 
claim, 

To  every  thought  and  every  power,  — 
Our  lives,  to  glorify  Thy  name, 

We  yield  in  this  accepted  hour. 


0  Thou  Exalted  Son  of  God.      49 

Fill  every  chamber  of  the  soul; 

Fill  all    our    thoughts,    our  passions 
fill; 
Till  under  Thy  supreme  control 

Submissive  rests  our  cheerful  will. 

T  is   done!     Thou    dost    this    moment 
come : 
My  longing  soul  is  all  Thine  own; 
My  heart  is  Thy  abiding  home; 

Henceforth  I  live  for  Thee  alone. 

The  altar  sanctifies  the  gift; 

The  blood  insures  the  boon  divine: 
My  outstretched  hands  to  heaven  I  lift. 

And     claim     the     Father's     promise 
mine. 

rise,  exulting  rise,  my  soul! 
Triumphant      sing      the      Saviour's 
praise ; 

His  name  through  earth  and  skies  extol, 
With  all  thy  powers,  through  all  thy 
daj 

4 


SWEET   REST. 


H,  ye  that  are  weary  and  laden 

of  soul, 
Come,    come   to    the   fountain 
that  maketh  you  whole. 
There  's  peace  in  believing,  there  's  rest 

in  His  name, 
There  's  healing  for  all  in  the  blood  of 

the  Lamb. 
Rest,  rest,  sweet,  sweet  rest; 
In  the  bosom  of  Jesus  there  only   is 
rest. 

Oh,  cease  from  your  anguish,  ye  toilers 

for  life, 
For  vain   is   your  labor   and  fruitless 

your  strife : 


Sweet  Rest.  51 

\  ;ii  they  bring  you,  no  joy  to 

your  heart; 
None,  none  but  the  Saviour  can  resting 

impart. 
Rest,  rest,  sweet,  sweet  rest; 
In   the  bosom  of  Jesus   there   only   is 

rest 

Then   come  to  the   Saviour,   ye  weary 

and  worn  ; 
Your  burdens  and  sorrows  for  you  He 

hath  borne. 
No  anguish  that  pierceth  but   pierced 

Him  before, 
Xo  thorn  is  so  sharp  as  the  crown  which 

He  wore. 
Rest,  rest,  sweet,  sweet  rest; 
In  the  bosom  of  Jesus  there  only  is  rest. 

R  »t,  rest,  blessed  Jesus!  oh,  sweet  rest 

at  1 
Like  calm  on  the  ocean  when   tempest 

is  p 


52  Sweet  Rest. 

The  morning  light  breaketh  in  joy  from 
above, 

And  illumines  my  soul  with  His  rain- 
bow of  love. 

Rest,  rest,  sweet,  sweet  rest ; 

In  the  bosom  of  Jesus  there  only  is 
rest. 


WE    PRAISE    HIM    ON    THE 
SEA. 


NE  song  of  praise,  one  voice  of 
prayer, 
To  Thee,  O  God,  be  given 
Who  reigneth  over  earth  and  sea, 
And  in  the  highest   heaven. 


To-day  the  thousands  on  the  land 
Before  Thee  bend  the  knee, 

And  we  Thy  holy  name  revere 
Upon  the  mighty  sea. 


Thy  love,  so  like  the  wat< 

Unmeasured,  unconfmed, 
Surrounds,  upholds,  and  bears  us  all 

Through  calm  or  stormy  wind. 


54        We  Praise  Him  on  the  Sea. 

Before  this  wondrous  page  of  Thine 
How  small  our  thoughts  appear, 

Where  every  impress  is  divine, 
Proclaiming  God  is  near. 

Here  then  we  bow,  and  bless  Thy  name, 
Our  God,  our  Father,  One ; 

Our  only  creed,  our  only  hope, 
The  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

And  so  as  well  on  ocean  paths 

As  on  the  land  we  sing, 
With  holy  psalm  and  sounding  voice, 

The  praises  of  our  King. 


O  THOU  GOD  OF  GRACE  AND 
GLORY. 

THOU  God  of  grace  and  glory, 

Robed  in  everlasting  light, 
Lo!  the  seraphs  bowed  before 
Thee 
Veil  their  faces  in  Thy  sight; 

How  shall  sinners 
Hope  to  worship  Thee  aright? 

Dust  and  ashes,  shame  and  sorrow, 
Well  become  our  sinful  stafc 
[light  darkness  cannot  cover, 

1,  our  sin  is  great ! 

Hut  Thy  mercy  !  — 
Thy  mercy,    Lord,  we  wait. 


56     O  Thou  God  of  Grace  and  Glory. 

Lo!  beside  Thee,  ever  pleading, 
Stands  the  Man  of  Sorrows  there! 

There  for  sinners  interceding, 
See!  His  hands  a  ransom  bear; 

By  that  ransom 
We  Thy  holy  presence  dare ! 

Yea,  Thou  bid'st  me  come  with  bold- 
ness 
While  the  rainbow  spans  the  throne. 
All  is  mercy  now  and  goodness; 
In  the  ever  blessed  Son 

All  is  mercy, 
God  in  Christ  and  Love  are  one! 


PRISONER,    IN  THY   DUNGEON 
DREAR. 


RISONER,    in     thy     dungeon 
drear, 
Sweetly,  calmly,  take  thy  rest ; 
Lo !  thy  great  Protector  near, 
Who  thy  slumber  can  molest  ? 


Clanking  chains  and  bolting  door, 
Vaulted  cell  and  solid  walls, 

Are  but  shadows  on  the  floor 
Where  the  light  of  heaven  falls. 


I  may  join  their  han 
Princes  proud  their  wrath  declare, 
Hut  i  ^federate  bands 

:i  withstand  the  breath  of  prayer. 


$8      Prisoner,  in  thy  Dungeon  Drear. 

All  night  long,  and  through  the  day, 
Breathing  in  the  ear  Divine, 

Meet  in  Mary's  house  to  pray 
Friends  of  Jesus  and  of  thine! 

Sleeper,  lo!  thy  light  has  come; 

Lo,  the  Angel  of  the  Lord ! 
Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home, 

Back  to  freedom  and  his  word. 

Vain  the  guardsman  at  thy  side, 
Vain  the  prison  walls  to  thee, 

Vain  the  keeper's  watch  and  ward; 
Who  can  hold  whom  God  sets  free  ? 


PRAISE   YE   THE    LORD!     YE 
SERAPHS,    PRAISE! 

RAISE     ye     the      Lord!      Ye 
seraphs,  praise ! 
Ye  Cherubim,  with  veiled  face 
Prostrate  his  august  throne  before, 
Praise  ye  the  Lord,  —  praise,  and  adore  ! 

Praise  Him,  ye  angels,  praise  the  Lord  ! 
Ye  swift-winged  heralds  of  his  word, 
Through  all  creation  wide  declare, 
Through    earth    and   sky    His    prais 

bear ! 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  ye  saints  in  light! 

ashed  throngs  in   robes  i  i 

white, 
Your  victor  palms  in  triumph  rai 
And  fill  the  heavens  with  loudest  prais 


60  Praise  ye  the  Lord! 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  ye  saints  below ! 
From  every  lip  His  praises  flow; 
Let  heart  and  tongue  and  voices  raise 
Through    all    the    world    one   song    of 
praise! 

Let  bird  and  beast  and  creeping  thing, 
And  all  that  breathe,  in  praises  sing; 
Let     earth     with    her    ten    thousand 

tongues 
Praise  Him,  to  whom  all  praise  belongs ! 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,   wind,  sea,  and  air! 
All  elements,  His  praise  declare! 
All  instruments  in  one  accord, 
Praise    ye   the    Lord!     Praise    ye   the 
Lord! 


LORD  OF  HEAVEN,  WHO  ONCK 
IN  MERCY.1 

ORD   of  heaven,    who  once    in 
mercy 

Didst  on  earth  as  man  abide, 
Drawing  close,  by  deeds  of  kindness. 
Wandering  sinners  to  Thy  side  ; 

Let  Thy  goodness 
On  our  gathering  now  abide. 

By  Thy  blest  example  teach  us 

Self  and  sin  to  crucify; 
Earnest  workers  in  the  vineyard, 

Where  the  fields  all  open  lie, 
Let  us  follow 

In  Thy  path,  to  do  and  die. 

1  v.  M.  C.  A    [| 


62     Lord  of  Heaven,  who  once  in  Mercy. 

Arm  us  with  Thy  tender  spirit ; 

Arm  us  with  Thy  loving  zeal. 
We  would  all  Thy  love  inherit ; 

We  would  all  Thy  pity  feel,  — 
All  embracing, 

Sweeping  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

Seal,  O  Jesus!  seal  our  mission, 
Send  us  forth  with  life  divine  ; 

This  the  seal  of  our  commission,  — 
Souls  redeemed,  forever  Thine. 

Let  Thy  blessing 
Like  a  halo  round  us  shine. 


LIGHT   OUT   OF    DARKNESS. 

x  /^-sS1  GOD,  m>r  God  •  f°r  Thee  I  pine, 
^4^  ^01  Thee  my  thirsty  soul  is 
^^^i  faint; 

When    wilt   Thou  cause    Thy    face   to 
shine, 
And  heal  at  once  my  sad  complaint  ? 

Bowed  down  with  sin  and  shame  I 
moan, 

Burdened  with  consciousness  of  guilt ; 
I  loathe  myself,  — a  wretch  undone!  — 

Yet  Thou  canst  save  me  if  Thou  wilt. 

See  where  I  lie  in  ashes  low; 

can  I  rise  till  Thou  appear: 

I  must  be  free,  but  cannot 

Till  Thou  pronounce  my  pardon  clear. 


64  Light  out  of  Darkness. 

I  do  not,  would  not,  hide  from  Thee ! 

Thy  searching    glance   has    laid    me 
bare ; 
And  yet  for  that  I  cannot  flee, 

But  still  for  this  I  make  my  prayer. 

Oh,  bitter  sweet!  this  cup  I  drink 
Brings  blessed  healing  while  it  kills, 

And,  strangely  rising  while  I  sink, 
My  soul  with  heavenly  rapture  thrills. 

Low   down   where    sin    and    judgment 
meet, 

I  meet  the  ransom  of  my  soul; 
While  flowing  from  the  mercy-seat 

The  cleansing  waters  make  me  whole. 

Abounding  Grace!     Oh,  can  it  be 
That  God  and  I  are  reconciled ; 

That  grace  hath  set  my  spirit  free, 
And    I,    the    ransomed,    made    His 
child? 


fM  out  of  Darknet  65 

0  God,  my  Father,  hold  me  fast, 

Nor  let  me  from  Thy  grace  remove; 
By  day,  by  night,  from  first  to  last, 

Hold  me  in  Thine  eternal  love. 


CONSECRATION. 

pEE,   Lord,    before   Thine  altar 
bowed 
Prostrate  my  humbled  soul, 
Till  from  above  the  mercy  cloud 
Thy  voice  shall  speak  me  whole. 
Oh  for  descending  fire, 

Oh  for  the  hallowing  flame ! 
Come,   Holy  Ghost,   my  heart's 
desire; 
I  plead  in  Jesus'  name. 

A  willing  sacrifice  at  last 

Myself  to  Thee  I  give; 
The  weary,  painful  strife  is  past: 

I  die  that  I  may  live. 

I  yield  Thee  all  my  hallowed  powers, 

Thine  only  will  I  be; 
Contented  if  I  may  but  know 

Thou  giv'st  Thyself  to  me. 


Consecration*  67 

Poor,  sinful,  vile,  my  offering  lies, 

Yet  is  it  all  my  store  ; 
Nor  wilt  Thou,   Lord,  the  gift  despise, 
spurn  the  contrite  poor. 

Vet  not  for  these,  but  for  Thy  Son, 
That  better  sacrifice! 
1  to  my  longing  soul  send  down 
An  answer  from  the  skies  ! 

Be    hushed,    my    soul!    a    breath    from 
I  leaven. 
Soft  as  the  gentle  breeze: 
u  Thy  prayer  is  heard,  thy  suit  is  given, 
And  Jesus  whispers  peace. ' 
Oh,  purifying  fire, 

Oh,  sanctifying  flame, 
Oh,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul's  desire, 
v  mine  through  Jesus'  name' 


JESUS    WALKS    THE   WAVES 
TO   THEE. 

SUFFERER,   tossed    in  mental 
anguish, 
Buffeted  on  life's  dark  sea, 
Oh,  do  not  despairing  languish ! 
Jesus  walks  the  waves  to  thee. 

Toil  in  rowing  through  the  midnight, 
Ply  thy  stroke  with  firmer  hand; 

Not  the  billows'  dread  commotion 
Can  His  word  of  peace  withstand. 

Through  the  darkness  thick  with  terror, 
Let  not  fear  distress  thee  sore; 

What  though  evil  spirits  crowd  thee, 
Christ  is  nearer  evermore. 


US  Walks  tbe  IWrccs  to   Thcc.      69 

Still  afraid  and  wonder-stricken, 
1)  >  thine  eyes  to  fear  incline? 

Nay,  what  image  wouldst  thou  liken 
To  that  human  form  divine? 

Seems  it  strange  that  stormy  billow 

At  His  presence  should  subside, 
Stranger  than  that  at  His  bidding 

Loaves  and  fishes  multiplied? 

May,  for  shame,  poor  trembling  weak- 
nes 

He  is  nearer  than  thy  fears; 
Stronger  than  thy  doubts  1 1  is  meekness, 
Only  thy  distress  lie  hears. 

Sufferer,  tossed  in  mental  anguish, 

Buffeted  on  life's  dark  sea, 
Oh,  do  not  despairing  languish! 
\  the  waves  to  thee. 


THE   KINGDOMS    OF   THE 
WORLD    ARE   THINE. 


HE  kingdoms  of  the  world  are 
Thine, 
The  forces  of  the  sea; 
And  all  the  multitudes  of  men 
Belong,  O  Lord !  to  Thee. 

Thy  sovereign  right  far  as  the  day 
Or  night  enwraps  the  earth, 

Wherever  human  heart  can  pray 
Or  human  life  has  birth. 

Thy  regal  claim  the  world  shall  own, 

And  every  tongue  confess 
That  Jesus  is  the  Lord  alone, 

The  King  of  righteousness. 


dams  oj  tbe  World  arc  Thine,   71 

Not  long,  O  groaning  earth,  not  long 

Ere  1  [e  returns  again, 
With  all  His  Father's  mighty  throng 
In  majesty  to  reign. 

Till  then  let  every  bounding  heart 

With  ready  sandalled  feet 
Be  swift  as  on  the  wings  of  love 

Its  coming  Lord  to  meet. 


THOU   WHO   ONCE   IN   JOR- 
DAN'S  WATERS.1 

^HOU    who    once    in    Jordan's 
waters 
Didst    Thyself    Thy  mission 
seal, 
Grant  to   these,    Thy  sons  and  daugh- 
ters, 
Thy  blest  presence  to  reveal. 
These,  Thy  tender  love  possessing, 

Turning  from  the  paths  of  sin, 
Thee,  their  Lord  and  God,  confessing, 
Wait  till  Thou  shalt  make  them  clean. 

Following    where    Thy   footsteps    lead, 
them, 

Plunging  in  the  watery  grave, 
By  Thy  resurrection  glory 

Let  them  know  Thy  power  to  save. 

1  At  a  Baptism. 


Tbou  who  once  in  Jordan's  ll  fatcrs<    73 

Let  them  rise  to  holy  living, 

Put  on  Christ,  their  life  divine, 
And  henceforth,  in  glad  thanksgiving, 
In  Thy  glorious  image  shine. 

And  on  all  Thy  people  waiting 
Semi  the  Spirit  from  above; 

Every  heart  anew  creating 
In  the  fervor  of  Thy  love. 

While  with  one  accord  and  spirit 

mes  before  Thee  one  desire, — 

Of  thy  tender  mercy  hear  it! 
Lord,  baptize  with  holy  fire. 


THE   DAY   OF   GOD. 


ILL  it  come,  the  day  of  God, 
When  the  curse  shall  be  re- 
moved ? 

Will  it  bring  the  vengeful  rod, 
Or  the  voice  of  the  Beloved  ? 

Sure  as  the  eternal  throne 

Stands  the  promise  of  His  word: 

He  shall  make  His  glory  known; 
All  mankind  shall  hail  Him  Lord. 

What  doth  hinder?  —  hate  of  hell, 
Strife  of  men,  and  greed  of  lust; 

But  more  wonderful  to  tell, 

Waits  the  Patience  of  the  Just! 


i 


The  Day  of  Co  J.  75 

God's  long  suffering  standeth  still, 
Mercy  pleading  with  the  foe! 

But  who  shall  resist  I  lis  will 
When  He  lets  His  fur)'  go? 

Burning  like  a  furnace  flame, 
Fed  by  wrath  that  cannot  spare, 

See  the  glory  of  His  name 

Rising,  spreading  everywhere. 

Oh,  before  that  awful  day 

Let  our  dark  rebellion  cease; 

Let  us  meet  Him  in  the  way, 
And  His  coming  shall  be  peace. 


FROM  STRENGTH  TO 
STRENGTH. 


ROM  strength  to    strength," 
He  leadeth  me, 
The  manna  falleth  day  by  day ; 
On  angel's  food  He  feedeth  me, 
And  guideth  in  the  perfect  way. 

"From  strength  to  strength,"  I  follow 
on, 

Not  knowing  what  the  day  may  bring ; 
Content  to  say  "Thy  will  be  done," 

I  lift  my  cheerful  voice  and  sing. 

"From  strength  to  strength,"  what 
visions  rise 

Of  all  the  Father's  boundless  love! 
At  every  turn  a  new  surprise 

Awaits  me  from  my  home  above ! 


m  Strength  to  Strength,       77 

"From    strength    to    strength/1   what 
might  is  mine, 

In  every  conflict,  every  fear; 
Clothed  in  the  panoply  divine, 
(  >'er  all  my  foes  I  triumph  here. 

"From  strength  to  strength,"  till  life 
is  p 

"From    strength    to     strength"      in 

heaven  above; 
"From  strength  to  strength"  the  first 

and  last, 
Till  glory  crowns  a  life  of  love. 


THY   WILL   BE   DONE.1 


H  Y  will  be  done,  O  Lord  divine ! 
Thy  will  alone,  and  never  mine, 
So  shall  my  will  be  lost  in  Thine, 
Thy  will  be  done. 


I  may  not  understand  my  prayer, 
What  it  may  cost  the  flesh  to  bear, 
What  love  may  seek,  or  faith  may  dare : 
Thy  will  be  done. 

Thy  loving  wisdom  may  conceal 
The  secret  purpose  of  Thy  will ; 
But  satisfied,  I  answer  still, 

Thy  will  be  done. 

1  "  September  5,  1890,  —  anniversary  of  my  leav- 
ing Hayes  in  184S." 


; 


Thy  11  'ill  be  Done. 

ly  ask  Thyself  to  know, 

And  then  obediently  I  go 
Through  fire,  or  floods  that  overflow: 
Thy  will  be  done. 

In  life  or  death  I  ask  no  more 
But  to  obey  Thee,  and  adore, 
And  sing  with  angels  evermore, 

Thy  will  be  done. 


WELCOME,  GRACIOUS 
SAVIOUR.1 


ELCOME,    welcome,    gracious 
Saviour,  * 
Welcome  to  our  dwelling-place ! 
Here,  if  we  have  found  Thy  favor, 
Let  the  smilings  of  Thy  face 

Rest  upon  us, 
As  a  cloud  of  glorious  grace. 

Come  as  when  to  Martha's  dwelling 
Thou  didst  seek  a  calm  retreat, 

As  when  Mary,  softly  stealing, 
Sat  in  meekness  at  Thy  feet : 

So  in  mercy, 
Bless  us  as  we  sit  at  meat. 

1  At  a  consecration. 


Welcome  >///•.       81 

And  when  round  our  altar  bending 
Morn  and  eve  Thy  praise  shall  rise, — 

Young  and  old  their  homage  blending, 
Wafting  incense  to  the  skies,  — 

Let  Thy  pleading 
Mingle  with  their  sacrifice. 


And  whene'er  in  life's  employments 
Busy  cares  demand  our  thought, 

Then,  as  when  in  full  enjoyments, 
Let  our  toil  with  Thee  be  fraught ; 

Let  Thy  blessing 
Ever  rest  upon  our  lot. 


.  when  friendly  feet  or  stranger 
Seek  awhile  a  p]  ice  of  1 

and  free  from  da' 
May  their  tarrying,  Lord,  be  blest 

With  Thy  pi 
As  our  fixed  abiding  Gi; 
6 


8 2        Welcome,  Gracious  Saviour. 

Welcome,  welcome,  gracious  Saviour, 
Welcome  to  our  dwelling-place! 

Here,  if  we  have  found  Thy  favor, 
Let  the  smilings  of  Thy  face 

Rest  upon  us, 
As  a  cloud  of  glorious  grace. 


I    LONG    FOR    REST. 


LONG  for  rest,  for  rest  of  soul, 
For  something  more  than  self- 
control; 
For    something    more    than    pride  has 

sought 
In  creed,  or  settlement  of  thought; 
For  something  more  than  art  can  teach, 
Or  hand  of  cultured  science  reach: 
I  long  fur  rest;  but  find  no  goal 

Whereby  to  rest  my  wear)'  SOUL 

[  long  1  yet  not  from  strife 

With  sin  or  weariness  of  life. 
My  longing  is  a  thirst  that  sprinj 
1       m  tasting  of  diviner  thin. 


84  /  Long  for  Rest. 

It  is  as  though  some  absent  friend 
Should  some  endearing  token  send, 
Which  sets  me  all  aglow  to  see, 
And  bring  him  face  to  face  with  me. 

It  is  as  when  the  moistened  clay 
Upon  the  long-sealed  eyelids  lay; 
And  to  the  opening  vision  light 
Brought  sudden  consciousness  of  sight, 
And  men  as  trees  went  walking  by. 
Trembling,  I  see  the  light;  but  cry, 
"  Yet  touch  mine  eyes  again,  I  pray,     * 
And  bring  me  into  perfect  day!  " 

I  must  have  rest !  but  rest  must  be, 

0  Christ,  in  knowing  only  Thee! 
Not  heaven  itself  can  satisfy, 

Nor  yet  Thy  grace  my  want  supply. 
Love  seeks  no  gift  that  does  not  bring 
The  giver  with  the  meaner  thing; 

1  long  for  Thee,  nor  will  I  rest 
Until  I  lean  upon  Thy  breast. 


THE  COMFORTER. 

?0    spread    the     tidings     round, 
wherever  man  is   found, 

Wherever    human     hearts     and 
human  woes   abound; 
Let  ever\'  Christian  tongue  proclaim  the 
joyful  sound  : 
The  Comforter  has  come  ! 
The  Comforter  has  come, 
The  Comforter  has  come  ! 
The  Holy  Ghost  from  heaven, 
The  Father's  promise  given. 

The  long,  long  night  is  past  ;  the  morn- 
ing breaks  at  last ; 

And  hushed  the  dreadful  wail  and  fury 
of  the  blast, 

As  o'er  the  golden  hills  the  day  advances 

fa 

The  Comforter  has  come ! 


86  The  Comforter. 

Lo,  the  great  King  of  kings,  with  healing 

in  His  wings, 
To  every  captive  soul  a  full  deliverance 

brings ; 
And  through  the  vacant  cells  the  song 

of  triumph  rings : 
The  Comforter  has  come ! 

Oh,  boundless  Love  divine!    how  shall 

this  tongue  of  mine 
To  wondering  mortals  tell  the  matchless 

grace  divine,  — 
That    I,  a  child  of  sin,  should  in    His 

image  shine ! 
The  Comforter  has  come ! 

Sing,    till    the    echoes    fly    above    the 

vaulted  sky, 
And  all  the  saints  above  to  all  below 

reply, 
In  strains  of  endless  love,  the  song  that 

ne'er  shall  die : 
The  Comforter  has  come  ! 


SEARCH  ME,  O  GOD. 

EARCH  me,  O  God  !  my  actions 
try, 

And  let  my  life  appear; 
As  seen  by  Thine  all-searching  eye, 

To  mine  my  ways  make  clear. 

Search  all  my  sense,  and  know  my  heart, 
Who  only  canst  make  known, 

And  let  the  deep,  the  hidden  part 
To  me  be  fully  shown. 


Throw  light  into  the  darkened  cells 
Where  inbred  passion  reign 

Quicken  the  conscience  till  it  feels 
The  filth  of  sin's  remains. 


88  Search  me,  O  God. 

Search    all    my    thoughts,    the    secret 
springs, 

The  motives  that  control, 
The  chambers  where  polluted  things 

Hold  empire  o'er  the  soul. 

Search,  till  Thy  fiery  glance  has  cast 

Its  holy  light  through  all ; 
And  I  by  grace  am  brought  at  last 

Before  Thy  face  to  fall. 

Thus  prostrate,  I  shall  learn  of  Thee 

What  now  I  feebly  prove, 
How  God  in  Christ  alone  can  be 

Unutterable  love ! 


THE  SURRENDERED    POWERS. 


FlOME,  enter,  Lord,  and  take  Thy 
rest, 
Thou  and  Thy  ark  of  strength  ; 
And  make  the  temple  of  my  breast 
Thy  dwelling-place  at  length. 


My  life,  my  goods,  myself  I  yield 

A  cheerful  sacrifice; 
Xo  fond  desire  that  lay  concealed 

But  on  Thine  altar  dies. 


I  will  be  Thine  with  all  my  powers, — 
My  memory,  mind,  and  will; 

And  all  my  consecrated  hours 
Thy  ble  ice  fill. 


90  m        The  Surrendered  Powers. 

I  know  how  poor  and  worthless  all, 

How  weak  the  hand  I  lift ; 
But  where  the  sprinkling  blood  shall  fall, 

It  sanctifies  the  gift. 

'T  is  done  !  but  wilt  Thou  condescend 
To  make  my  heart  Thy  home, 

Call  me,  a  sinful  worm,  Thy  friend? 
O  Jesus,  quickly  come  ! 


SPECIAL    SEASONS   AND 
OCCASIONS. 


EASTER. 

ISE    and     sing,    O    Christians, 
sing! 
Christ  is  risen  from  the  dead  : 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Where,  O  Grave,  is  now  thy  dread? 

Christ  is  risen ; 
Christ  is  our  triumphant  head  ! 


Rise  and  sing,  O  mourner,  rise! 

Christ  is  risen  ;    rise  and  sing  ! 
Dry  the  tears  from  weeping  eyes,  — 

Every  lip  its  tribute  bring: 
Christ  is  risen  ; 

Christ  is  our  triumphant  King! 


94  Easter. 

Rise  and  sing,  O  penitent ! 

Hear  the  glad  absolving  word ; 
See  !  the  prison  doors  are  rent, 

Peace  to  guilty  souls  restored : 
Christ  is  risen ; 

Christ  is  our  triumphant  Lord ! 

Rise  and  sing,  till  earth  and  heaven 
Blend  in  one  grand  Easter  psalm : 

Unto  us  a  Son  is  given, 

Unto  Him  the  Conqueror's  palm ! 

Christ  is  risen ; 
Christ  is  our  eternal  psalm. 


HAIL   THE    BLESSED    EASTER 
MORNING. 

AIL  the   blessed   Easter  morn- 
ing! 
Hail  the  resurrection  day! 
Let  the  cavern  ring  with  anthems 
Where  the  blessed  Saviour  lay. 
Shout  His  praises,  saints  in  glory; 

Saints  below,  His  praises  sing! 
Men  and  angels,  bow  before  Him, 
Christ,  the  everlasting  King  ! 

Hail  the  long-expected  triumph  ! 
Hail  the  victory  o'er  the  grave  ! 
Let  the  travail-bound  creation 

y  His  might)'  power  to  save. 
I  the  Stone,  the  seal,  the  warden, 

Q  the  hate  of  earth  and  hell; 
I  of  Life  !    His  foes  beneath  Him 
His  triumphal  chorus  swell. 


96     Hail  the  Blessed  Easter  Morning. 

Hail  thee,  Master  !  let  our  praises 

Be  for  plaited  garland  rare ; 
Let  our  best  accepted  tribute 

Be  the  voice  of  humble  prayer; 
And  upon  our  waiting  spirits 

All  thy  new-raised  glory  shine. 
Filling  now  these  earthly  temples, 

Make  our  Easter  all  divine. 


LOVE'S  EASTER. 

OVE  has  an  Easter  all  her  own  ; 
And    on    the    margin    of   the 
tomb, 

Where  Death  his  fatal  work  has  done, 
Puts  on  her  brow  perpetual  bloom. 

Love  conquers  most  when  all  is  loss, 
Compelling  victory  from  defeat; 

The  shame,  the  agony,  the  cross, 

Are  throne-steps  for  the  victor's  feet. 


Love  sheds  her  tears  that  joys  may  flow, 
Holds     closer     bonds     when     friends 
depart ; 
Wards   from    her   own    the    treacherous 
blow, 
And  hides  them  in  her  constant  heart. 
7 


98  Love's  Easter. 

Love  smiles  at  wrong,  though  that  may 
kill; 

The  strength  of  suffering  is  her  boast ; 
Supreme,  she  holds  her  sovereign  will 

By  yielding  to  the  uttermost. 

Love  has  an  Easter  all  her  own ; 

And   o'er  the   grave  where  darkness 
lay, 
Triumphant  lifts  her  august  throne, 

Resplendent  in  eternal  day. 


EASTER  MORNING. 

[SE,  my  soul !   't  is  Easter  morn- 
ing! 

Winter  melting  into  spring! 


Lo,  the  heaven  and  earth  adorning 
Shines  the  glory  of  our  King! 
Christ  is  risen  ! 
Let  the  world  His  triumph  sing. 


All  creation  wakes  to  gladnes 

Grateful  odors  fill  the  air, 
Songs  of  praise  dispelling 

e  upon  the  breath  of  pra; 
Chi 

the  bur 


ioo  Easter  Morning. 

Saints  your  floral  tribute  bringing, 

Early  at  the  altar  bow, 
While  the  joyous  bells  are  ringing, 

Lo,  the  grave  is  vacant  now, 
Christ  is  risen ! 
Put  the  crown  upon  His  brow. 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  King  of  glory ! 

Seated  on  the  Father's  throne ! 
First  in  all  redemption's  story, 

Men  and  angels  make  it  known, 
Christ  is  risen ! 
God  and  man  in  Christ  made  one. 


IX    HIS   NAME.1 

S  in  His  name  we  meet  to-day 
And  in  His  name  we  part, 
We  tarry  at  His  feet,  to  say 
God  keep  us  one  in  heart. 

For  He  who  bids  His  servants  go 
Appoints  to  each  his  place  ; 

Xor  can  we  doubt  or  darkness  know 
Beneath  His  smiling  face. 


So  that  the  word  of  life  is  free, 
YYe  gladly  yield  our  own  : 

Our  only  wish  and  boast  to  be 
That  we  may  make  it  known. 

1  At  a  Kiug's  Daughters'  meeting. 


102  In  His  Name. 

Obedient  answer  to  His  will 
Knows  neither  East  nor  West ; 

So  but  His  counsels  we  fulfil, 
Or  here  or  there  is  best. 

Then  let  us  rise  and  bless  the  Lord, 
And  face  whate'er  may  come ; 

It  cannot  be  a  doubtful  word 
That  brings  us  safely  home. 


THANKSGIVING. 

RAISE  from  the  laughing  vales 
arise, 
Praise  from  the  fruitful  hills, 
Praise  from  the  tops  that  kiss  the  skies  ! 
His  praise  creation  fills. 

The  seasons  bless  His  holy  name, 
His  goodness  crowns  the  year; 

Let  every  living  thing  proclaim 
His  praises  everywhere. 

Hut  most  of  all,  great  God  !  to  Thee 

Let  human  praises  rise, 
The  incense  of  the  bended  knee, 

The  grateful  sacrifice. 


104  Thanksgiving. 

More  than  Thy  gifts  to  man  Thou  art, 

More  than  his  daily  bread ; 
And  more  to  Thee  the  human  heart 

Than  all  Thy  hands  have  made. 

Then  praise  to  Thee,  Thou  God  of  love, 

From  every  human  tongue, 
Till  all  the  sounding  courts  above 

Are  filled  with  human  song, 


0   THOU,    OUR    FATHER   AND 
OUR    FRIEND. 


TI  [( )U,    our    Father    and    our 
Friend  ! 

Our    grateful    thanks   to  Thee 
we  bring  ; 
Thy  name,  on  whom  our  souls  depend, 
With  cheerful  voice  we  loudly  sing. 


We  praise  the  Lord  for  all  our  good, 
r  all  the  blessings  of  Thy 
friends  beloved,  for  home  and  foo  I, 
health    renewed    and    length    of 

Thy  hand  hath  blest  the  -  toil, 

I  idled  our  garners  rich  with  grain  ; 
le  kindly  fruitful  »il, 

Till  hill  and  vail  iin« 


106     O  Thou,  our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

The  merchant  smiling  speeds  his  way, 
And     spreads     our     flag     on     every 
shore ; 

While  all  the  ocean  owns  its  sway, 
And  every  nation  feels  its  power. 

And  freighted  rich,  from  every  land 
Our  vessels  come,  with  plenty  stored; 

As  if  in  tribute  to  the  hand 

That  fights  for  freedom  and  for  God. 

Oh  that  no  voice  of  fettered  slaves 

Might    rise    to    mock     that    boastful 
strain  ! 

Oh  that  where'er  our  banner  waves 
It  bore  no  self-polluting  stain ! 


But  gently,  Father,  gently  deal, 

And  spare  us  for  the  righteous'  sake  ; 

Perchance  thy  gospel  yet  may  heal, 
And  Pharaoh's  arm  let  go  —  or  break  ! 


()  Tbou,  our  Father  and  our  Friend.     107 

But  still,  our  Father, thou  art  good! 

1  Thee  we  praise  for  all  Thy  grace, 
friends  beloved,  for  home  and  food, 
For    health    renewed,    and    length    of 
days. 


CHRISTMAS. 

HRIST  is  come,  is  come  to  earth  ! 
Low    the     manger,    mean    His 
birth ; 

Son  of  David,  royal  seed, 
None  of  David's  children  heed  : 
Only  shepherds  wondering  gaze, 
Only  strangers  seek  His  face. 

Yet  He  comes  of  heaven  adored, 
Hosts  of  angels  chant  Him  Lord  ! 
Heaven's  high  arches  swell  the  strain, 
"Jesus  comes  on  earth  to  reign: 
Wake  ye,  mortals,  wake  and  see 
Love's  divinest  mystery  !  " 


i  istmas,  109 

v,  the  wondrous  star 
Guiding  earnest  feet  afar, 
Shining  clear,  with  cold,  pale  beams, 

O'er  the  humble  stable  gleam 
Only  wise  men  see  its  light 
Struggling  through  the  murk}'  night. 


Gay  and  worldly  sec  no  sign 

In  the  infant  face  divine; 

Child  of  way-bound  traveller  there, 

Why  should  gay  and  courtly  care? 

Vet  the  wise  men  bend  the  knee, 

In  the  babe  Messiah  see. 


Haughty  soul  and  lofty  brow 
not  at  the  manger  b 
ntient  pi  not  wait 

lis  the  morn 

1]  hails  th  ur  born. 


no  Christmas. 

So  He  cometh,  ever  comes, 
To  our  hearts  and  to  our  homes; 
Unobserved  of  pomp  and  pride, 
To  the  contrite  sinner's  side ; 
Smiles  on  those  who  eager  seek, 
Makes  His  advent  to  the  meek. 


BRING   GIFTS. 

AVIOUR!   now  in  highest  glory, 
Seated  on  Thy  Father's  throne, 
Help  us  as  we  sing  the  story, 
And     Thy    wondrous     grace     make 
known, 
When  in  meekness 
Thou  didst  come  from  glory  down. 


Holy  Spirit !  give  Thy  blessing, 
Sh<>w  us  all  the  Saviour's  love, 

love  professing, 
Yet  descended  from  above, 

Veiled  in  weakn 

rength  we  all  might  prove. 


ii2  Bring  Gifts. 

Father,  breathe  Thy  benediction, 
Let  us  see  Thee  in  Thy  Son ; 

Let  us  know  Thy  great  salvation, 
God  and  man  in  Christ  made  one. 

With  the  Father, 
See  the  glorious  work  begun ! 


Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit, 
One  in  purpose,  as  in  name ; 

Only  one  in  grace  and  merit, 
To-day,  as  yesterday,  the  same : 

All  the  Godhead 
Meeting  in  the  blessed  Lamb ! 


Bending  lowly  by  the  manger, 

We  would  bring  Thee  gifts  to-day; 

Gladly  hail  the  infant  stranger, 
At  His  feet  our  homage  lay. 

Blessed  Jesus  ! 
Take  our  hearts,  we  humbly  pray. 


PEACE. 


ARK!     what    mellow    notes    on 
high! 
Peace,  peace  on  earth! 


Angels  singing  in  the  sky, 

ioe,  peace  on  earth  ! 
bed  the  sound  and  din  of  war, 
•r  our  darkness,  lo  !   the  star 
Shedding  brightness  from  afar. 
Peace,  peace  on  earth  ! 

and  man  are  reconciled, 
.ce,  peace  on  earth  ! 
Through  the  holy  child, 

P  rth ! 

Let  us  o'er  the  world  proclaim 
music  in  I  lis  name  ; 

ame, 

rth  ! 

8 


ii4  Peace. 

Healing  balm  for  all  our  woes, 
Peace,  peace  on  earth ! 

Weary  wanderer's  sweet  repose, 
Peace,  peace  on  earth  ! 

Soothing  for  the  troubled  breast ; 

Oh,  ye  burdened  and  opprest, 

Jesus  comes  to  give  you  rest. 
Peace,  peace  on  earth ! 

Comes  on  earth  to  show  us  heaven, 
Peace,  peace  on  earth ! 

All  our  sins  may  be  forgiven, 
Peace,  peace  on  earth! 

The  lion  and  the  lamb  lie  down, 

Every  angry  passion  gone ; 

Jesus  comes  to  claim  His  own, 
Peace,  peace  on  earth ! 


NEW    YEAR. 


YEAR    of    hope    o    daj 
grace, 

I  hail  thy  happy  dawning; 

I  look  into  thy  smiling  face, 

And  bless  the  New  Year's  morning. 


The  night  has  passed,  the  dreary  night, 

The  crucifixion  ended  ; 
I  bathe  in  resurrection  light, 

And  rise  with  Christ  ascended 


I  lay  aside  the  rugged  cross, 

The  badge  of  shame  and  SOITOW, 

And  take  the  anchor  for  my  ( 
Th( 


n6  New  Year. 

Hope   pierces   through    the    mist    and 
clouds, 

And  leads  where  reason  fails  us ; 
And  o'er  the  tomb  that  doubt  enshrouds, 

Her  conquering  vision  hails  us  ! 

Then  let  her  hand  our  footsteps  guide, 
Her  radiant  smile  beam  o'er  us ; 

With  strength  of  heart  no  foot  can  slide, 
And  such  a  face  before  us  ! 

Thus,  while  the  harmless  billows  roll, 
And  tempest  wild  is  screaming, 

Nothing  shall  shake  my  steadfast  soul, 
On  Hope's  strong  anchor  leaning. 

0  year  of  hope,  O  day  of  grace, 
I  hail  thy  happy  dawning ; 

1  look  into  thy  smiling  face, 

And  bless  the  New  Year's  morning. 


A   PSALM  OF  PRAISE. 


II Y  praise,  O  God,  the  new-born 
year 
On  every  opening  page  shall 
bear, 
And  every  day  our  song  shall  be 
A  joyful  anthem,  Lord,  to  Thee. 


We  know  not  what  may  lie  before, 
Hut  simply  trusting  evermore, 

We  take  Thy  hand,  outstretched  to  save, 
And  meet  the  storm  or  walk  the  wave. 


hould  dismay  our  -  >ul  >ud, 

We'll  call  to  mind  the  movn 
And  bending  low  beneath  the  bla 
still,  until  the  storm  is  past 


n8  A  Psalm  of  Praise. 

To-day  as  yesterday  the  same, 

The  rolling  years  Thy  truth  proclaim  ; 

Nor  can  there  be  to-morrow's  need, 
But  Thou  wilt  give  to-morrow's  bread. 

Be  Thine  to  choose,  and  ours  to  say 
Amen,  with  each  returning  day; 

So  joyful  shall  we  daily  raise 
Our  Ebenezers  to  Thy  praise. 


THE   OPENING   YEAR, 


I  IKK  fust  and  last,  my  God,  my 

King, 
The   opening   year    Thy  praise 
shall  sing ; 
And  while  I  tune  my  harp  again, 
My  soul  repeats  her  glad  Amen. 

I  know  not  what  may  lie  before, 

I  only  see  an  open  door; 

I  only  feel  a  guiding  hand 

As  duty  answers  love's  command. 


than  open  sl< 
That  h«>pc  is  veiled  in  dim  surprise; 

h  day  unfolding  from  aboi 
Some  new,  sweet  mystery  of  Thy  love, 


120  The  Opening  Year. 

What  if  my  vision  could  command 
The  prospects  of  the  opening  land  ; 
Would  then  my  soul  so  closely  cling 
To  Thee,  my  Father  and  my  King? 

Better  my  hand  be  still  in  Thine, 
Be  lost  my  will  in  will  divine ; 
Where  can  a  child  so  safe  abide 
As  pressing  to  a  Father's  side? 

Then,  first  and  last,  my  God,  my  King, 
The  opening  year  Thy  praise  shall  sing  ; 
And  each  succeeding  day  shall  be 
A  fresh  memorial,  Lord,  to  Thee. 


MY  SOUL  LOOKS   FORWARD  TO 
THE  HILLS. 


Y  soul  looks  forward  to  the  hills, 
From   whence   my  health  and 
strength  are  given  ; 
And  as  the  rising  vision  fills, 

I  rise  into  a  present  heaven. 


The  gulf  of  days  or  years  between, 
Lies  dark  and  low  beneath  my  feet; 

I  look  across  the  murky  scene, 
And  lu  !  to  faith  the  margins  meet. 


The  world  above  and  world  below 

Are  not  divided  by  our  years, 
Hut  only  severed  as  we  throw 

The  line  between  of  guilty  f 


122    My  Soul  looks  forward  to  the  Hills. 

Life  is  not  measured  by  its  length, 

But  by  the  quality  of  life, 
And  by  the  God-imparted  strength 

That  always  conquers  in  the  strife. 

The  old  is  buried  in  the  new ; 

The  new  perennial  as  its  spring, 
As  clear  as  truth,  as  fresh  as  dew, 

Proclaims  the  praises  of  her  King. 

The  New  Year  dawns,  the  year  of  grace, 
I  answer  with  undaunted  brow; 

And  smiling  meet  her  face  to  face, 
For  love  and  duty  ready  now. 


A   SILVER-WEDDING    SONG. 

SOXG  of  the  olden  time, 

A  song  of  the  long  ago  ; 
And     the    bells    are    ringing    a 
silver)'  chime 
As  over  the  years  they  go. 

A  priest  at  the  altar  stands 
A  youth  and  maiden  before, 
So  tremblingly,   trustingly  joining  their 
hands 
For  weal  or  woe  evermore. 

The  years  flow  on  in  their  course, 
(Oh  the  swiftly  flowing  years  I ) 
And  the  measure   is  given   for  better  or 
worse, 
For  the  sunshine  and  the  tear-. 


124         A  Silver-Wedding  Song. 

For  life  has  no  charmed  sail 
That  may  bribe  the  wind  and  tide, 
And   only  the  heart  of  the  brave  may 
prevail 
Where  the  fiercest  currents  glide. 

Yet  on  through  wind  and  sea, 
And  on  through  the  cloudy  night, 
We   have   ploughed   our  way,   and   our 
prow  to-day 
Is  toward  the  land  of  light. 

We  may  have  no  silver  sheen 
For  our  silver-wedding  day; 
And  the  only  crown  that  may  crown  us, 
Queen ! 
Are  our  locks  of  silver  gray. 

Yet  the  tide  flows  onward  still, 
And  our  bark  is  gliding  sure  ; 
For  our  love  is  true  and  our  trust  is  new 
As  the  day  when  we  left  the  shore. 


A  Silver -Weddin  1 15 

And  life  has  Dot  all  been  vain, 
Nor  without  their  fruit  the  years; 

The  losses   have  ever  been  less  than  the 
gain, 
And  the  smiling  more  than  tears. 


And  our  name  has  taken  wing, 
And  among  the  angel  throng 
It  is  joyfully  heard  by  the  mighty  King 
As  he  bends  o'er  Mamie's  song. 

And  over  the  sea  to-day 
Our  noble  son  in  his  pride 
Stands,   helm    in   hand,  at   the   word    of 
command 
To  launch  his  bark  with  his  bride. 

And  for  the  rest,  — one,  two,  three 
Olive  boughs  over  the  wall, — 
Can  the  home   be   poor,  or  be  lone  the 
door, 
Where  such  green  branches  fall? 


126         A  Silver-Wedding  Song. 

Then  let  us  keep  heart,  dear  wife ! 
And  sing  if  we  cannot  feast ; 
Abundance  of  love  is  abundance  of  life, 
And  most  may  be  in  the  least. 

We  stood  at  the  altar  once, 
Let  us  stand  there  once  again  ; 
"  For  better,   for  worse,"   as  we  make 
response, 
Let  it  be  the  old  refrain. 

We  have  crossed  ttfe  silvery  bar; 
Who  knoweth  what  lies  before? 
It  is  a  long  way  yet  to  the  golden  star, — 
Perhaps  not  to  the  golden  shore ! 

So  let  us  keep  close,  good  wife, 
Through  calm  or  stormy  weather  ; 
For  nothing   can    part   either    hand    or 
heart 
Whom  God  hath  joined  together. 


A    BRIDAL  MEMORY. 


|  HOSE   marriage  bells,  how  soft 
and  slow 
The  lingering  echoes  seem  ; 
So  long  ago,  so  faint  and  low, 
Like  murmurs  of  a  dream. 

Vet  hark  again  !   on  fancy's  ears 

Comes  up  the  old  refrain  ; 
We  leap  the  intervening  years, 

And  love  is  young  again. 

And  there  we  stand,  while  hand  in  hand 

The  benediction  falls  ; 
The  words  arc  said,  and  we  are  wed, 

And  life  to  duty  calls. 


i28  A  Bridal  Memory. 

September's  sun  in  glory  set, 

The  twilight  all  aglow, 
As  bride  and  bridegroom  joyful  met 

The  call  of  long  ago. 

The  intervening  years  are  gone, 

The  busy,  crowded  train ; 
But  hand  in  hand  we  still  are  one 

For  sunshine  or  for  rain. 

September's  glory  crowns  the  year, 
As  crowned  that  joyful  day : 

They  say  we're  not  so  young,  my  dear. 
Not  quite  so  fresh  as  May ! 

Or  is  it  that  the  sward  has  lost 

Its  springy  tread  of  old ; 
Or  that  the  mists  of  northern  coast 

Have  dimmed  the  burnished  gold? 

Nay,  not  without  are  changes  found  ; 

We  cannot  cheat  the  truth; 
There  is  no  life  elixir  found 

To  bribe  perpetual  youth. 


A  Bridal  Memory.  129 

••  Day  unto  day,  and  night  to  night/1 

The  endless  song  is  sung: 
Maybe  they  learn,  who  sing  it  right, 
The  art  of  growing  young. 

Who  meet  the  future  day  by  day, 
With  earnest  hearts  and  true, 

Consult  not  milestones  on  the  way, 
But  good  that  they  may  do. 

The  marriage  bells,  how  soft  and  low 
Their  lingering  echoes  seem; 

So  long  ago,  —  so  faint,  and  slow, 
Like  memories  of  a  dream  ! 

Vet  hark  again  !  on  fancy's  ears 

Comes  up  the  old  refrain  ; 
We  leap  the  intervening  years, 

And  love  grows  young  again. 


THEY   SAY   I'M  THIRTY-FIVE.1 


HIS  is  my  birthday,  lack-a-day ! 

As  sure  as  I  'm  alive  ! 
And  would  you  know  my  length 
of  way  ? 
They  say  I  'm  thirty-five ! 

I  reckon  too  they  're  partly  right, 

Though  it  is  hard  to  see 
How  one  with  youthful  heart  so  light, 

So  very  old  can  be. 

"  So  very  old  "  !  why,  how  you  talk ! 

I  am  no  older  now 
Than  when  in  girlhood's  heedless  path, 

With  sunshine  on  my  brow. 

1  To  M.  B.  on  her  birthday. 


They  Say  Vm  Tbirty-ftoe.        iji 

I  'm  sure  I  'm  blooming  just  as  fast 

As  when  the  rosy  blush 
In  varying  depth  of  crimson  hue 

My  maiden  cheek  would  flush. 

Tis  true  the  bloom  is  not  so  red 

As  bloom  of  former  day; 
The  almond's  springing  up  instead, 

And  scattering  silver  spray. 

And  surely  silver  veins  are  more 
Than  rose-leaves'  fading  hue, — 

Why,  gold  to-day  is  fifty-four, 
And  silver  fifty-two. 

See  how  they  shine,  my  hairs  of  gray, 
Just  one,  two,  three  or  so; 

Just  like  the  flowers  of  early  May, 
Or  maybe  —  early  snow. 

Well,  let  it  fall;    it  falls  so  light, 
The  snow  of  pas  irs  ; 

And  falling  once,  it  lies  so  bright, 
And  never  melts  in  tear-. 


132       They  Say  I'm  Thirty-five. 

This  is  my  birthday,  lack-a-day ! 

As  sure  as  I  'm  alive  ! 
And  would  you  know  how  old  I  am? 

They  say  I  'm  thirty-five. 


MEMORIAL    AND    OTHER 
VERSES. 


FADING    FLOWERS. 


HE  young,  the  loved,  the  beau- 
tiful, 
Why  must  they  pass  away? 
Why  must  the  flowers  we  love  so  well 
The  earliest  decay? 


Why  must  the  gentle  and  the  good 
Retrace  their  steps  so  soon? 

Why  must  the  morning-glory  hide 
Before  the  midday  sun? 


Why  must  the  balmy  breath  of  spring 

The  ruder  breast  elate 
With    1)  LUghing     health,    but 

bring 

Death  to  the  delicate? 


136  Fading  Flowers. 

Why  must  the  loud  winds'  revel  wild 
Add  freshness  to  the  cheek, 

And  strength  of  limb  to  mountain  child, 
But  blanch  the  fair  and  meek? 

The  gentle,  fair,  and  delicate, 

We  love  to  have  them  so ; 
And  yet  for  that  we  love  them  most 

They  are  the  first  to  go ! 

Exotics  of  a  fairer  clime, 

They  seek  their  native  bed ; 
Too  tender  for  a  soil  so  hard 

As  earth  for  them  has  spread. 

Opening  sweetly,  gentle  flowers ! 

They  catch  the  Masters  eye ; 
And  He,  to  bloom  in  heavenly  bowers, 

Transplants  them  to  the  sky. 

The  young,  the  loved,  the  beautiful, 

They  early  pass  away, 
Because  they  cannot  bloom  and  shine 

Where  death's  chill  breezes  play. 


Fading  Flow  137 

O  gentle  Father!   Master  good  ! 
Help  us  to  love  and  lose, — 

To  trust  Thee,  when  not  understood; 
To  acquiesce,  not  choose  ! 


DEATH   IS   SO    STRANGE. 


THOU   that   countest   not  our 
days, 
Nor   measurest   life  by  length 
of  years, 
Forgive  our  erring  human  ways 
If  feeble  trust  is  choked  in  tears. 

We  bow  before  Thy  just  decree ; 

We  can  but  bow  for  very  grief: 
We  know  Thee  good,  but  cannot  see 

How  ill  can  bring  the  heart  relief. 

We  cannot  see  the  good  from  ill ; 

We  cannot  count  the  gain  for  loss ; 
And  oh,  forgive,  if'Thy  sweet  will 

Becomes  to  us  our  heaviest  cross. 


Death  is  so  Strange,  \  39 

strange,  we  never  grow 
Familiar  with  his  silent  tread; 

Oft  as  h  .  we  never  know 

The  meaning  to  be  written  —  dead  ! 

We  only  know  that  one  has  gone, 

And  comes  not  back  for  love  or  hate; 

And  so  we  gather  close,  and  mourn 
An  absence  that  makes  desolate. 

Death  is  so  strange  !    and  yet  with  them 
Is  no  more  death,  nor  grief,  nor  pain  ; 
r  aught  that  marred  life's  fitful  dream 
Can  reach  or  trouble  them  again. 

Oh  for  that  touch  of  Thine,  dear  Lord  ! 

That  gives  the  light  to  sight! 
Oh  for  that  knowledge  of  Thy  word 

Before  which  doubt  or  darkness  fl 

We  lift  our  bleeding  hearts  to  Thee, 

And,  weeping,  still  would  say,  Amen  ! 
What  now  we  know  not,  we  shall 

,;id  we  can  wait  till  tfa 


MAKE  ROOM,  YE  ANGEL 
THRONG ! 


AKE  room,  ye  angel  throng ! 
A  servant  at  the  gates, 
A  child  of  sunshine  and  of  song 
The  Master's  call  awaits. 


No  alien  from  the  throne, 
No  stranger  to  your  King; 

A  veteran  with  his  armor  on : 
Let  heaven  with  praises  ring. 

Laden  with  goodly  spoil, 
No  lingering  on  the  way; 

Fresh  from  the  conflict  and  the  toil, 
He  comes  to  endless  day. 


Make  Room,  ye  Angel  Throng!    141 

Strike  high  your  glad  refrain  ! 

You  cannot  strike  a  note, 
Xor  .sweep  upon  your  harps  a  strain 

Which  he  remembers  not. 

Speak  in  your  native  tongue, 
Your  speech  will  not  surprise; 

For  long  his  cultured  soul  has  known 
The  language  of  the  skies. 

Who,  faithful  unto  death, 

Obedient  lays  him  down, 
But  changes,  at  his  parting  breath, 

His  armor  for  his  crown. 

Then  take  him  to  your  trust, 
The  faithful  and  the  tried: 

The  ways  of  God  are  right  and  just  ; 
Let  man  be  satisfied. 


FIVE    WATCHMEN    FROM    THE 
WALLS. 


IVE  watchmen  from  the  walls, 

Five  workmen  from  the  field, 
Five  warriors  at  the   trumpet's 
call, 
In  death,  obedient  yield. 

No  murmur  seals  their  breath, 

No  dark,  desponding  word ; 
But  through  the  sounding  courts  of  death 

They  triumph  in  their  Lord. 

Brush  back  the  falling  tear, 
Beat  down  the  heaving  sigh; 

List !  as  they  fall,  what  words  of  cheer: 
"  Press  on  to  victory !  " 


Watchmen  from  the  Walls.    143 

•  up  the  ranks,  ye  hosts  ! 
With  quicker,  firmer  tread, 
Since    these    the    stormy    waves     have 
cro- 
In  safety  with  their  Head. 

We  cro  from  strength  to  strength, 

Each  at  his  Master's  will, 
But  every  one  appears  at  length 

With  Him  on  Zion's  hill: 

At  morn  or  noon  or  eve, 

No  matter  which  or  where, 
So  but  the  word  the  Master  gives,  — 

His  glory  crowns  us  there  ! 


IN  MAMIE'S  MEMORY. 


1 


jjE  had  a  little  pet,  so  bright  and 
passing  fair, 
To  our  devoted  hearts  so  like 
a  thing  of  air; 
We  did  not  speak  of  her  as  of  other 

earthly  things, 
But    called    her    "  Little    Angel,  —  our 
angel  without  wings." 

She  danced   about  our  hearthstone,  she 

dandled  on  our  knee, 
Prattling  from  morn  till  night,  brimful 

of  childish  glee : 
Her  smile  might  be  to  others  as  other 

smiling  things, 
But  to  us  'twas  as  an  angel's  smile,— 

"our  angel  without  wings." 


///  Mamie's  Memory.  145 

There   might  not,  to  others,  be  wisdom 

ill  her  words, 
Xor  music  in  her  voice,  like  the  music 

of  the  birds ; 

But  to  us  that  harp  had  tones  unreached 

by  other  strings,  — 
Twas  our  sweet  angel  harping,  —  "our 

angel  without  wings." 


We  did  not  know  the  sound,  but  won- 
dered at  the  power 

Which  struck  the  chords  so  deep  in 
childhood's  early  hour; 

We  clasped  her  to  our  bosom,  with  feai 
which  fondness  brings, 

And  called  her  Angel  baby,  "  our  angel 
without  wings." 


"  Mamie  get  her  wings,  papa,"  the  angel 

said,  one  day ; 
11  Mamie  be  an  angel,  if  pa]  iray  !  " 

10 


146  In  Mamie's  Memory. 

We  clasped  her  to  our  bosom,  as  love 

in  danger  clings, 
"  O  God  !  "   we  cried,   "  preserve  Thou 

our  angel  without  wings." 

Trustfully   we   left  her,  writh   kisses   to 

beguile, 
The    bodings    of   our    yearning   hearts 

admonishing  the  while, 
As  of  careless  hands  unbidden,  stirring 

secret  springs ; 
So,    tremblingly,    we    left    her,  —  "our 

angel  without  wings." 

Brightly  as  the  sun  shone,  more  brightly 

still  she  smiled ; 
Happy  was   the    livelong    day,  happier 

the  child ; 
Now    weary    with    her    gambols,  '  still 

cheerily  she  sings, 
"  I  want  to  be  an  angel,"  —  "our  angel 

without  wings." 


/;/  Mamie's  Memory*  1 1 7 

Gentle  spirits  listen  to  songs  of  heaven 

on  earth  ; 
Gentle   spirits   came  down   to    give    her 

spirit  birth  ; 
So  out  upon   the  noonday  her    mortal 

robes  she  flings, 
And  Mamie   is   an   angel, —  our  angel, 

now,  with  wings. 


HEAVEN  AND  EARTH,  HOW 
WIDE  APART. 

fEAVEN    and    earth,   how   wide 
apart, 
And  yet  how  close  their  gates ; 
For  all  that  links  them  is  the  heart, 
And  all  that  separates. 

There  come  among  us  angel  forms ; 

We  know  not  till  they  go 
How  much  of  Heaven  is  lost  with  them 

How  much  is  left  below. 

Their  presence  kindled  in  our  hearts 

A  fire  that  cannot  die; 
Their  absence  to  that  fire  imparts 

Fiercer  intensity. 


d  Eartb$  bow  Wide  Apart.     149 

They  came,  they  went;  we  follow  on 
Where  they  have  led  the  way  ; 

And  we  shall  pass,  as  they  have  done, 
Th  [ates  of  day. 

So  let  us  weep,  but  weeping,  keep 
The  prize  which  love  has  given: 

What  we  are  called  to  lose  on  earth 
We  find  a^ain  in  heaven. 


A   BURNING  AND  A   SHINING 
LIGHT. 

BURNING  and  a  shining  light, 
A  living  record,  known  and 
read; 

Though   seeming   quenched    in    mortal 
night, 
A  holy  life  is  never  dead. 

Elijah  mounts  his  car  of  fire, 

But  drops  his  mantle  on  his  son; 

And  martyrs  from  the  funeral  pyre 
Shout  from  the  flames  the  victory  won. 

Thick  darkness  fell  upon  the  day 

Christ  yielded  up  the  ghost,  and  died  ; 

But  laughter  turned  to  wild  dismay 
As  rose  again  the  Crucified. 


A  Burning  and  a  Shining  Light     151 

So,  living  in  her  holy  deeds, 

living  in  our  loving  thought, 
Our  sister  rises  from  the  weeds 

That  weeping  hands  have  round  her 
w  rought 

Her  living  faith,  her  burning  words, 
Her  pure  desire,  untouched  by  shame, 

1  ler  love  tor  souls,  which,  like  her  Lord's, 
Consumed  itself  in  deathless  flame, — 

These  all  are  ours;  and  ours  to  weep, 
Hut  not  as  those  whose  hopes  decay: 

We  come  with  tears  and  smiles  to  keep 
A  burial  and  a  bridal  day. 


THE   EMPTY  ROOMS.1 


[TTTLE  Lulu  came  and  went ; 
Came,  and  brought  us  smiles 
for  tears ; 
Came  when  sorrow  lowly  bent 
O'er  the  grave  of  infant  years. 

Came,  and  opened  in  our  hearts 

A  room  which  none  unlocked  before, 

Occupied  it  all  alone, 

Would  not  open  Eddie's  door. 

Little  Eddie,  as  he  passed, 

Shut  the  door  and  turned  the  key; 
And  it  standeth  ever  fast : 

Little  Lulu  let  it  be. 

1  In   memory  of   a  friend's  second  child;    both 
children  died  in  1861. 


The  Empty  Rooms.  153 

Little  Lulu  stayed  awhile, 

Strewed  sweet  rosebuds  on  the  floor, 
Answered  some  one  with  a  smile, 

Then  went  out  and  shut  her  door. 

Some  one  called,  and  Lulu  rose; 

Was  it  little  Eddie's  hand, 
As  we  saw  the  shutter  close, 

Beckoning  to  the  better  land? 

So  they  came,  and  so  they  went, — 
Made  us  rich,  but  left  us  poor; 

But  the  riches  from  us  rent 
Open  wider  heaven's  door. 

Xow  two  rooms  are  vacant  here, 
None  may  enter  either  door. 

Love  and  Hope  are  wardens  there, 
Keeping  vigil  evermore. 


PHILIP  EMBURY.1 

[OD  of  our  fathers,  here  we  raise 
A  monument  of  grateful  praise, 
To  bear   his   name  who  early 
bore 
The  gospel  message  to  our  shore. 

No  priestly  fingers  pressed  his  head, 
Nor  written  parchments  bade  him  speed ; 
But  from  the  throne  of  God  there  came 
Upon  his  breast  a  hallowed  flame. 

The  will  of  God  his  sole  desire, 
The  souls  of  men  his  only  hire, 
He  sought  his  ministry  to  prove 
By  deeds  of  all-constraining  love. 

1  At   the   unveiling   of    a   monument    to    Philip 
Embury  at  Cambridge,  Mass.,  1873. 


Philip  Embury.  155 

And  lo  !   to-day  a  countless  throng 
Bear  to  the  winds  their  joyful  song; 
And    while    they    march    the    paths    he 

trod, 
They  bless  the  name  of  Embury's  God. 


REST  AWHILE.1 


USY  toiler,  hark!  the  Master 
Bids    thee    come    and    rest 
awhile ; 

Eager  feet  will  run  the  faster 
That  have  felt  His  cheering  smile: 

Let  His  presence 
Every  weary  thought  beguile. 

Lo,  the  desert,  like  a  garden, 

Buds     and    blooms    with    fruit     and 
flower, 
While  the  song-birds  watch  and  warden 
Keep  through  all  the  joyful  hour; 

And  the  heavens 
Show  the  Father's  love  and  power. 

1  At  a  meeting  of  City  Missionaries  at   Forest 
House,  near  London,  1S77. 


Rest  Awhile.  157 


the  day  to  f<  ast  and  singing, 
Give  your  !. 
Till  through  all  the  welkin  ringing 

>e  and  swell  your  roundelays: 
Who  is  joyful, 

If  not  he  who  works  and  prays? 


Then  away  to  love  and  duty, 
Where  the  weary  waste  of  life 

Crushes  everything  of  beauty 
In  the  race  of  sin  and  strife: 

Full  of  pity, 
Give  them  more,  abundant  life. 


Strength  to-day  for  toil  to-mori 
So  the  Master  bids  you 

Gaining  health  for  healing  son 
Gathering  scud  that  you  may 

Toil  <>r  pleasure, 
Only  Him  on  earth  to  kn 


153  Rest  Awhile. 

So  at  length,  when,  labor  ended, 
Dawns  the  long  unbroken  rest, 

Shall  the  friendless  and  befriended 
Nestle  close  in  Jesus'  breast: 

As  at  even 
Seeks  the  weary  bird  its  nest. 


LEAVES  FROM  AN  OLD  LOCUST- 
TREE. 


HEY  are  leaves  from  the  bough 
of  the  old  locust-tree, 
From  the   tree   by  the   porch 
where  the  old  door  swung,  — 
The  door  of  the  homestead  that  opened 
to  me, 
And  first  with  my  laughter  and  merri- 
ment rung. 

They  are  faded,  you  say,  and  seared  in 
the  book 
That  presses  them  fondly  as  treasures 
untold  ; 
Ah,  no  !    not   to  me   has  the   freshness 
forsook, 
Nor  dimness  come  over  the  finest  of 
gold. 


1 60     Leaves  from  an  old  Locust-tree. 

They  lift  the  dark  veil  that  falls  over  the 
past, 
And  bring  up  anew  the  departed  and 
lost, 
For   memory  has  written  in  colors  that 
last 
Every    step    that    in    childhood    my 
dancing  feet  crossed. 

I  hear  them,  I  see  them,  —  loved  voices 
and  forms, 
Every  room  in  the  house  as  it  used  to 
be  then, 
Ere  the  blight  had  come  down,  and  the 
storm  of  all  storms 
Had  laid  low  the  strongest  and  noblest 
of  men. 

Ah  me  !  what  a  blight,  as  the  silence  of 
night 
Came  down  on  my  soul,  and  I  knew 
the  first  pain, 


from  an  old  Locust-tree. 

As  I  crossed  the  broad  sill  and  looked 
out  with  the  fright 

Of  a   fatherless   child   and   a  desolate 
brain. 


Do  you  chide  me  for  weeping  afresh 

I  see 
These  fading  reminders  of  days  that 
are  gone? 
There  's  healing,  they  say,  in  the  tears 
that  flow  free ; 
Then  chide   not  their   falling,  but  let 
them   rain  on. 


The  world  cannot  be  what  it  once  was 
iin, 
But  I  would  ■  i  even  that  which 

is  1 

r    I    hold    that    a    picture    must    cvei 

remain, 
Where  truth  was  the  artist,  and   love 

was  the  a 


1 62    Leaves  from  an  old  Locust-tree. 

I  hold  it,  this  branch  of  the  old  locust- 
tree, 
As  a  friend  holds  the  hand  of  a  friend 
in  his  need. 
'T  is  useless  to  say  what  its  leaves  are 
to  me, 
What    meaning    have    words    but   to 
those  who  can  read? 


There  are  signs  which    none  can  inter- 
pret but  love, 
There  are    seals   which    no    man  can 
open  but  he 
Whose  own  hand  the  mystery  skilfully 
wove, 
And   alone   knows   the    number   that 
turneth  the  key. 

So    let    me   alone    in    my   grief,   if  you 
please, 
For  grief  has  its  pleasure  which  noth- 
ing else  gives, 


from  an  old  Locust -tree.     163 

And  loss  maketh  lasting  possession  of 

these, 
And  evergreen  joy  in  my  poor  faded 
leaves. 


THE   BANNER    OF   THE   KING. 


IjgfiMHROW   your    banner    "  In    His 

Name," 
Out    upon    the     New   Year's 
wing; 
Far  and  wide  your  Lord  proclaim, 
Sons  and  daughters  of  the  King. 


Bear  your  heads  erect,  and  meet 
The  rising  day  with  open  hand ; 

Kind  of  speech  and  swift  of  feet, 
Scatter  sunshine  o'er  the  land. 

Yours  the  broken  heart  to  heal, 
Yours  the  load  of  grief  to  share; 

Who  their  neighbor's  woe  can  feel, 
Find  their  mission  anywhere. 


of  the  King.        165 

Yours  the  wayward  heart  to  win, 

Yours  the  outcast  to  reclaim; 
Yours  to  lift  the  child  of  sin 
From  the  burden  of  her  shame. 

Pure  of  heart  and  clean  of  thought,  — 
Life  without  and  life  within,  — 

Like  a  garment  richly  wrought, 
Fit  for  angels  or  for  men. 

Royalty  in  royal  love, 
Royalty  in  loving  deed ; 

Show  your  lineage  from  above, 
In  the  broadness  of  your  creed. 

Catch  the  music  of  your  song 
From  the  theme  the  angels  sing: 

Fainter  notes  than  they  prolong 
Are  unworthy  of  your  King. 

air  the  hope  you  raise; 
as  light  the  truth  you  hold; 
Christ's  the  everlasting  praise, 
One  the  flock,  within  one  fold. 


1 66         The  Banner  of  the  King. 

Bow  the  knee,  exalt  the  Son ! 

Wrong  and  hate  before  Him  fall; 
Let  His  will  on  earth  be  done, 

God  and  Father  over  all ! 

Sons  and  daughters  of  the  King, 
In  the  spirit  of  His  word, 

Joyful  on  the  New  Year's  wing 
Throw  the  banner  of  your  Lord. 


